“It’s just this, Miss Ackroyd. Parker here says you came out of your uncle’s study at about a quarter to ten. Is that right?”
“Quite right. I had been to say good-night to him.”
“And the time is correct?”
“Well, it must have been about then. I can’t say exactly. It might have been later.”
“Was your uncle alone, or was there any one with him?”
“He was alone. Dr. Sheppard had gone.”
“Did you happen to notice whether the window was open or shut?”
Flora shook her head.
“I can’t say. The curtains were drawn.”
“Exactly. And your uncle seemed quite as usual?”